When I read his letter,
it was the sweetest thing I'd seen.
The word s were full of emotion,
such romantic poetry
But how was I to know this passion from
his soul was never meant for me?
It took the wind from my sails,
the stars from my eyes, my pride and dignity
It took the breath from my body,
the beat from my heart
How could he do this to me?
I never read better word
s like a symphony
Where did he learn such
fine feelings?
He never wasted them on me
It opened up my eyes,
I read between the lines
These words were not for me
It took the wind from my sails,
the stars from my eyes, my pride and dignity
It took the breath from my body,
the beat from my heart, how could he do this to me?
It took the sun from the sky, the moon in the night,
and everything I once believed
It took a breath from my body,
the beat from my heart
How could he do this to me?
But how was I to know his
passion from his soul
Was never meant for me
It took the wind from my sails
The stars from my eyes
My pride and dignity
It took the breath from my body
The beat from my heart
How could he do this to me?
It took the sun from the sky
The moon in the night
And everything I once believed
It's of the breath from my body,
the beat from my heart
How could
He do this to me?
It's the wind from my sails,
the stars from my eyes
My pride and dignity
It's of the breath from my body,
the beat from my heart
How could
He do this to me?
It's of the sun from the sky,
the moon in the night
You